Saturday, April 29, 2017

A Feeble Attempt

She lifted her head. 
She felt ashamed. 
Her life is a mess, 
Her brain was scattered papers

It was a feeble attempt 
To do it all 
The house, the kids, the wrecking ball 
came when she still searched for more 
She started to ignore the ones she adored 

The realization came eventually 
 with a bright glow and carefully, 
She focused on, what was given to her, 
Her heart felt full, she started to concur. 

Yes, indeed, this is the life, she would lead 
The kids, the house, she began to see 
Her lover, he awaits, so patiently 
Nothing in life is a guarantee 

So thankful was she 
When she saw what she had 
Her life now a joy 
Nothing holding her back 
She was blooming. 
Like a flower
on an spring morning 
Singing to a new soundtrack 
She found her way back 

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